”Bliss-full Wood Dreaming”
....tis the spacing of the trees that links me close by thee,
just as when i shouldered your image as back into view,
where i spied upon you as one who rested on bended knee,
no-more and not-many cause i was one of the few….
—-’twas you who set my head to thinking,
and because of this i closed the door of my closet,
where i was enraptured in an early morning moments bliss of blinking,
as you seared right in to this throne of mine as you made your posit….
—-come calling sweetly my syrup of birches,
while my tongue longs for elysian fields all fueled with desire,
your taste is as honey which drips from them branches,
and i sit in this cabin while wood-dreaming before this wood-stove called wood-fire….
I caught this image, early this morning as the sun was coming up, of one of our cabins up above the main house. While its winter here and the leaves are gone from the trees, this is the only time of year, while looking out the kitchen window that we can see this view. Once summer comes the cabin will be lost behind the green of leaves.
Since NH is the granite state, you get an idea of what one of our main products happens to be that we grow, while looking at that granite out cropping. Granite ‘just is’ and then there are those stone walls, no wonder the story was told by tales of ‘go west young man’. Back breaking work is felt when one must go yearly throughout fields and woods and repair stone walls. And then there is the yearly ritual of tilling the gardens and removing those granite boulders that just keep on growing to the surface. I believe those rocks of granite are as happy to see the light of spring as we are, so they just push for the surface every year.
And yes, I never can get enough of the birches, so for these I give thanks, as they cause my heart to rejoice as I’m out the door and off to work!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/